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Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.
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1422105
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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142241
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No matter how bad his hair turned out or how avocado shaped one of those miscreants could make his head look, he would remain silent.
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142221
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I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
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142244
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This is my melody. I will not shut it down for you, it will do all that on its own time. Everyone knows this. I don't need you to go on holiday. Can't really get away from yourself. This is my color guard. It goes with the everything I am. I'm not sorry I…
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142211
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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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142200
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“We are NOT starving!” I stated emphatically. “What ever gave you the idea that you are starving? Honestly, Annie, you are so melodramatic. You have food in front of you right now, don’t you?’ I said pointing to her plate of potatoes and so
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142222
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"...does the nurse, doctor or veterinarian experience greater sexual satisfaction than say the housewife in DesMoines or the sixth grade English teacher in Passaic?"
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142233
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The idea of an infinite textual universe occurs in many places in the works of Jorge Luis Borges. The contexts and permutations of language, which others had held to be perhaps infinite (allowing themselves to use such an imprecise term), that…
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142231
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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142210
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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142254
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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142141
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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142120
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He had a lean build, except, remarkably, his midsection was perfectly barrel-like. As if he kept an alien lifeform in his belly, cultivated by years of Pabst and Yuengling transfusions.
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1421128
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in White Heat
there’s a character
who reads lips
using a mirror to see
the mouths of prisoners
in other cells
that’s how I feel
when I talk
with you
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1421114
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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142197
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This is the Minuteman tine/
of the three-tined fork//
we can stick into the modern world/
when it’s done-- a MAD triad.
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142182
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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142111
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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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142187
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1421165
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Hey, Y'all! Like I told y'all, I checked myself into this what you call a “ facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag. I quit MySpace and that got me a reduced rate. Things are…
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142100
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Lottie was a slim, fine looking woman. But Dale thought her breast implants were the worst case of overkill he had ever seen.
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142140
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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142155
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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142140
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One could count fifty moons hanging in the sky, in rows and columns of smaller skies.
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142165
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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142100
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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142151
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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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1421135
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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142111
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Suddenly the producer, Irving, tosses a new idea into the discussion, an idea for a possible film. Then the writer, Herbert, does the talking. He performs, in fact, puts on a one-man show. The idea! The idea! It's…
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